"Not good enough. I don't believe you." Suicidal, he must be suicidal. But, it didn't matter. All that mattered was breaking that fucking control -- to get Karl as mad as Dom was. He continued, unrelenting. "All you do is talk, all you do is play games, I need proof, goddammit. Prove to me I belong to you." Dom could feel the struggle coming off of Karl's body, could feel how Karl was shaking with the need to break. Almost there, what would it take? "What the fuck do you want from me?" Karl asked, biting the words out. "Proof. Am I your slave, your submissive, your bitch, what?" "You're mine." Karl stressed the last word the way he would to a small child. "I don't need a fucking slave or a goddamn servant or some submissive bitch. I could have those. People willing to suck my dick are a dime a dozen." "Then what the fuck is so special about me?" Karl yanked Dom's arm up a fraction, and the pain spread like wildfire throughout his body. "You're mine." Karl made the words a fact. "That simple?" Keep pushing, keep pushing. Blood rushed through Dom's veins...anger, need, hate, love, it all coursed through him, left him almost dizzy with the force of it. "Yes. It is just that fucking simple. You belong to me." Another statement. Well, Dom was through playing that particular game. "Do you belong to me?" he asked. "What?" "Answer the goddamn question." Dom looked back, barely aware that his voice had gotten lower, that his stance was now predatory. He forgot that Karl had him trapped, had him pinned. "Do you belong to me? Because I'm fucking sick of not knowing." "Are you now?" "You fucking coward." Dom practically spat the words. "You tempt me, you tease me, you give me glimpses, you give me shadow. You're too fucking afraid to give me anything real." "I have given you everything that you asked for." Again, Karl's voice shook. Now it sounded furious. Good. Dom wanted him furious, wanted him to bleed the way he was. "NO!" The sound reverberated off of the walls. "I asked for you. I asked for you to tell me what was so special about me. And all you did was fuck me." Dom glared back at Karl through defiant eyes. "Show me. Show me or I walk out of this door." "You won't leave me." Dom's face twisted with a small, mocking smile. And his eyes glittered with intent. "Watch me." And, with that, the last of Karl's control seemed to snap. Dom was pushed onto the floor, and Karl loomed over him, strong hands still holding his arms behind his back. "You haven't been fucking paying attention," Karl stated, and now...oh yes, now Dom felt the full force of Karl's fury and it enflamed him, engulfed him. One hand held his wrists while the other shoved his slacks, his boxers over his hips. "You are mine." And that raging inferno inside Dom rose to the obvious challenge. "You don't have the balls to claim me." The sex was brutal, fast, painful. Karl slammed into him, taking no precautions, no preparations, just used saliva to coat himself before driving his cock into Dom's ass. Dom screamed at the pain, bit down, tasted blood mixed with carpet as Karl drove into him again and again...no finesse, no control, no patience. Just domination. "Mine." Karl let go of Dom's wrists, used one hand to yank back on Dom's hair, used the other to dig deep into Dom's hip as he continued his assault. "Mine." "Not...good enough." Dom could barely see past the blurring in his eyes, barely hear past the rushing in his ears, barely feel past the bruising pain in his body. But still he goaded, still he sought. Karl bit down on his neck hard enough to draw blood, hard enough that Dom saw stars explode behind his eyes. Karl's hips pistoned, his cock continued to pound, his hand tightened so hard in Dom's hair that he was sure Karl was ripping it out. "Tell me." This time, Karl's growl was raw, untamed, something wild set loose to pillage sleeping innocents. Dom wanted more. "Make me." With a savage oath, Karl jerked Dom's head to him, raped his lips with a bruising kiss that went beyond ruthless into another realm entirely. And Dom rose to meet it, met Karl's lips in perfect savagery, a willing participant in his own destruction, his own ruin. Dom lifted his hips, welcomed the pain of invasion, welcomed the cock hammering into him, welcomed the hard fingers crushing his scalp, marring his skin. And he fucking most assuredly welcomed Karl's primal shout as he came, hot and wet and sticky, inside Dom. And then Karl slumped over him, shuddering in delicious aftershocks that reverberated through Dom's own body. "Mine." Karl's voice, now little more than a whisper. Yes, now he believed, now he could see. It was there in the way Karl still trembled, it was there in the way Karl's hands were shaking as he rolled Dom over. It was there in the bruises that were starting to form on his body. Control. He'd finally done it. And, in the end, it was so easy to say them, so easy to look back into Karl's now sated hazel eyes and give him the words. "I belong to you." Onto Part Twenty-Four
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